course like Feliz, or see Valdez about that auto mechanic's job. You pushing a cart, pushing a cart!" The words , clamored into Mike's mind, pictorially embodied as ocean waves (for "push- ing," he heard the "sh") and as a pile of lumber collapsing (for "cart," he heard boards crashing, and then the boards were floating in the ocean, to become waterlogged and then gray driftwood). Beyond the line of the sea was the land, the moist soil, so he shut ()ff Maria's taunts and recalled the soft- ness of the earth. A little later, he real- iLed that Marla was still shouting, and . h . d " H h " d In surprIse e saI, ey- ey, an went out. HIs street was lined with choked gar- bage cans, and upon the asphalt was chalked, "ROYi\L K IGHTS." The street slanted down from West End A venue to a roadway parallel to RIver- side Drive. Mike watched a garbage truck humming and clanking and whin- ing as it chewed up the mammoth re- mains of the local low standard of living (garbage men shouting duck-shaped imprecations and encouragements at one another )-enough paper and tin and rinds and peels, Mike thought, for fourteen billion billy goats. On his way to work, he said to himself, in a rare access of concrete supposition, "A green-faced woman will lean down to me as I squat piling away cans of Ger- ber's Strained Prunes, and she will croak, 'The gefüllte fisch, you have a special?'" Mike now pictured them in their jars and said, "Hey, oh no!" But once at work he was sent out im- medIately on delivery. He pushed his heavy cart up Broad- way and then down a side street toward West End, pushed It a hundred times up and down the Atlantic City board- walk, pushed It at seventy mIles an hour over the Pennsylvania Turnpike, pushed it out West via the Union Pacific tracks, and then crossed West End, and there on his own street peered down toward his rooming house, with Maria inside thinking trapezoids at him. Mike peered down the street toward some scrawny trees In a strip of park. Deep, black dirt lay there; he imagined rows of sugar cane, and saw Puerto Rican sun and clear sky above, and thought of the depth of the black dIrt. He saw himself as a barefoot kid run- ning through the rows of cane, black dirt soft but buoyant under his feet. He stood as if handcuffed to the push bar of his cart, now a ten-year-old Puerto Rican, skin darkened by that blue-sky sun, and he looked down between the flat cliffs of buildings toward the 125 - .. - ..; t.. j' t , .. \. ,. ,. '""" , . tit \ ". Galey & Lord r and , r, Rainfair \ {,y , L .. \ ' J .,. 0' t .,,-.s.,.;' \ $-/ ", j " \ \ \ , ; . , ; " p*"""þ t- . ' .", :J \ ì make a fashion splash IF'. -j 0-.'. f 1'v' >: 't >I< {i! , .r ," "i · J) 'J .:< ï 't , > . f . , ;c ." ARti RAIN & ST4Î,tRUELLER I .. , I \ 0' ...... / " , "' \ ;" " -c.-::.. o jo ".-:- "'" .1'o'f - ,. .' . i , :' l ": , 1'... >., , , k _,<,,, >t;.' , Say good-bye to outerwear that gets waterlogged in the rain after one dry cleaning! "SCOTCHGARD" Brand Rain & Stain Repeller gives the highest degree of water repellency ever made possible · .. truly durable through repeated washings and dry cleanings, season after season... without ' I reprocessing. Resists stains an soil, too. .' . r P Wgtll(.ØjI9ltrLt 4 . ^" Rainfair, Inc. presents the Grand Prix, in Galey & Lord's 50% Dacron@ polyester/50% cotton, well protected from sudden storms by"ScOTCHGARD" Rain & Stain Repeller. The dapper "Thundercloud" pattern in Olive/Black Check, Charcoal Plaid, Claret/Olive Plaid Olive Potpourri Brown Plaid. $32.50. At fine stores everywhere . 1961 3M Co.. Sf. Paur 6, Mmn I . '" .,